Stephanie Aguilar
Joined June 2021
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Dystopian Sentiments
Introduction// It was early, she could tell by the pale moon light filtering through the window curtain. 3:30 a.m., maybe? That magical hour between night and morning, where the whole word seemed to be deeply sleeping. She was grateful for the circadian awakening, it allowed her time with her single most prized possession.. She reached into her pillowcase and pulled out the heartshaped locket, tarnished from years of abandonment, but always beautiful in her eyes. The moonlight reflected across the lid as she opened its secret compartment, housed inside was a tiny seashell, a gift from him.
By Stephanie Aguilar3 years ago in Fiction